Twenty minutes later I was standing in my bedroom wearingjust the panties, looking at the clothes Grandma had set out. Since I hadnot started shaving ...et, I didn't have to worry about that as I sat on achair and let Grandma work on my face. It didn't seem to take her long,and I expected her to pull my hair back and pin it in place before shepulled the wig on, but she didn't do that. She used a blow dryer, a roundbrush and some hairspray to create a more feminine hairstyle using my ownhair. Then. I remember way back when I was just a kid, maybe kindergarten through the sixth grade. We would all take a tissue box or a large shoe box and in art class we would decorate it all up. All the kids in the class would give every other kid a card that would say, 'Be my Valentine' or 'Be mine.' For the guys it might say 'Friends forever, ' or 'Be my Pal.'I remember going to the five and dime store with my mom to pick up my cards. For the girls in my class I wanted to make sure it said the right. She was wearing jeans and a bright blue shirt just then, but still looked fabulous, her brown hair spilling over the shoulders and her firm breasts pressing the fabric out tautly.She pushed through the doors and outside, emerging in back of the school right near the gym."Hey, bitch!" Oh shit, she thought, her heart sinking as Lydia stepped out in front of her."Get lost," she frowned."I ain't getting lost, bitch. I wanna talk to you!"She jabbed her finger against Tracy's chest and Tracy slapped. "Those rumors about us," he said."Yeah, the rumors. I heard that we're a couple." Would that be so bad? I mean...nobody thinks of you as anything but agirl now, so..." Bill, I'm not a girl, and everybody knows that! What do you think wouldhappen if we made the rumor true? That one or both of us is crazy?" Maybe, maybe not, but for me, I couldn't care less what people think!Hell, most of them think I'm some hulking mean ass, which isn't true,but since I can't change that, I don't try. I make it.